Sitting the room alone. Alidia flicked her finger and made her personal journal (she didnt call it a diary too girly) and a pencil. She hummed a song that made her think of her sister Ariel and Jim. Maybe she was better off being alone. and then her feeings took over with her writings.

left to walk the opposite path watching cars fly past into the futures uncertain armsas the sun beats down the windy earth trees swaying and leaningwinds no longer touch humanity's skinlike clouds ceased to grace the preference of the liesfilling and choking the air so tightsuffocating kindness to its corewhats left of the world we live in?whats left of the routine we oh so cherish?whats left of the life we call our own?whats left of the dreams we once had?whats left of the child within us buried so long ago?like the crops withering and dyingwe suffer the final cry of the landfor salvation among the lasthopeful that no longer know the way,hopefuls that long sense left to let the cries be heard no morethe cycles final and bitter end

After snapping outta of the writing frenzy Alidia looked and there sat a girl she hadnt met yet. And she was writing in a notebook also, but Alidia being her just igroned her. Then it happend again her feeling took over her writing again:

I am one of manySmall branches of a broken treeAlways looking to the ones aboveFor guidance, strength and security.One little branch tryingTo keep the others from breaking awayWho will fall?And who will stay?Now I stand aloneLooking at the earth through the rainAnd I see the broken branches I knewScattered about me in pain.There are those who have taken who I was now I'll get my love backI hope

Alidia was wondering "why? Am I writing like this?" And she took a breath and moved to the girl who was by the window without any knowlege of leaving her journal on the desk (which in this journal has her real self). (Clears her voice) "Hello, I'm Alidia Hendly."